WILL LIAM

ould rear it's ugly head. Staring at it and admiring it's beauty was betraying myself but I couldn't help it. It was like an endless painting on a canvas, like infinity. Sc

m, I really didn't care but curiously, I wanted to know what made him so sad. I wondered if it was far worse than mine. Liam's hair was slicked-back as usual, sharp jawline, necktie tugged at slightly --he always did that but fixed it before leaving-- skin, light tone and was probably taken good care of. We always shared the same posture --propped knee, splayed leg, a hand on the knee, the other on the floor--. His middle finger always tapped rhythmically like a stim, which I'd gotten used to, my mind always played with it. His slender fingers I had to admit were pretty, too pretty for a guy's hand. "Do you ever think of jumping?" His voice rang in my ear, I almost didn't know it was his." Maybe creating a scene?" His voice had a rasp to it, it wasn't so deep nor too masculine. It was again pretty. I jolted, wondering if he caught me staring. I looked forward back to nothingness. He was so goddamn handsome with a voice like that, no wonder the girls won't stop swooning around him, who'd ever think he had such thoughts. I was about to reply when the excruciating sound of the bell was heard, he stood without waiting for it like he already knew the answer or didn't care for it. It was one of those unspoken rules, when the bell goes, he left first. I followed after a few minutes. We just happened to have a class together. We never really shared classes often so I mostly ever saw him during lunch. "Hey, where'd you go? We searched for you. Again." As always he was swamped with his friends, taking a seat on the second roll. He wore a smile as always which was almost genuine. Almost. "Just took a walk outta school to clear my head." He lied. " Ooh? Again?" Drake one of his friends asked. " Yeah. Like I told you guys, you don't gotta look for me during lunch." He gave that smile again. He winked at a few girls, never once glancing in my direction, we didn't know each other outside the rooftop. I sat by the window on the fourth roll which also happened to be the last. Ostracized freak, get it?. "Hey dork__" I heard the voice of the one person I still lived for. Not in the good way though. My step brother. I wished I could just take the brother out of it. My step. Whatever. It was really a silly reason to live for. A very crude reason but that was all I had, just four words 'Who's the dork now?' that's it. I'd say that to his gravestone. Before then, I can't die not until I say it. I looked up to see him sneering at me, once again, drawing attention to us. Oh how he loved the attention. I could hear the snarky remarks. 'They're at it again.' 'Why won't their parents let him drop out' 'He's shameless just like his mother.' And many more I didn't care about. I was used to it all. They didn't phase me one bit. Weirdly, he was older than me. It was usually the younger ones who taunt their brothers, mine, was vice versa. I was the bitter, heartless brother or dork like he called me. He was a year older than me but somehow we ended up in the same grade. I've only known him for a year. One year, and he ruined my life, snatched away my perfect life, turned my friends into foes. One friggin year, but what does it matter, besides he's the real son. You'd wonder if I were fake then. "I don't expect you to reply." He smiled, a fake mocking grin. "Kid bro." As much as I hated to admit it the similarities were there, the curly black hair-- which I dyed brown to erase, straightened the life out of it but still turned curly in days-- the annoying green-hazel eyes--- I wore contacts to hide. Dad had fretted when he saw the changes I made but I couldn't care less-- he was like another version of me which I hated. The difference was mostly he was scrawny why I wasn't. I was buffer. Sometimes I wondered how he was even older. "I'll be sitting with my bro." He said over his shoulder to his friends who used to be my friends especially Luke.-- The asshole had been my best friend, I couldn't quite get over it. It made no sense, he'd known me more than ever but still turned on me.-- They nodded scattering to other seats. The pretty girl who I hadn't noticed was sitting beside me, stood up upon hearing his announcement. I sighed. Another torture. I was the black sheep whether in school or at home. Dad had gotten busier,he used to have all the time in the world for us when mum was still here but I barely saw him now. I was stuck with Parker and his slag of a mother. I'd suggested moving out or changing schools more times than I could re